Shadow Cursed (Shadow Falls Series Book 2)

by Lizzy Prince

  Bridget’s warm hand wraps around my dick and slides up and down, brushing me against her slick center. It feels so damn right that any lingering misgivings disappear, and I can’t wait any longer. I shift my weight, pulling away from her breast so that I can look into her eyes as I speak.

  Her face is flushed with lust, and goosebumps pebble her skin. Warm amber eyes gaze up at me, seeing more of me than anyone I’ve ever known. Just one look from her and I’m decimated. I’m ready to get on my knees and offer her the world. I brush a soft kiss across her lips, and she makes a contented sound that I feel all the way to my soul. I hold her gaze, unwavering, making sure that she knows that I'm serious about what I’m about to say.

  “Bridget, whatever happens, you are my future. I might not ever remember the past, but I know that you belong to me. I feel it.” The last bit comes out as more of a possessive growl, my wolf making his opinion known.

  Bridget cups my cheeks, holding my face just above hers as eyes search mine, a worried frown creasing her brow. “And do you belong to me?” She doesn’t blink as she whispers her question.

  “I’m yours,” I groan out as I press a reverent kiss to her lips, but she pulls my face back to look at me again.

  “Don’t forget about me, Silas.”

  I hold her gaze as I respond with a fierceness that makes my wolf proud. “Never.”

  With that one word, Bridget relaxes beneath me, and I slide into her. She gasps, but her eyes never leave mine as I begin to move inside her. The feel of her around me, so warm and perfect, makes my breath hitch, but I don’t look away from her. The rumble of a growl starts low in my chest as my wolf makes his approval known. Bridget’s hands travel down my shoulders and grasp my biceps as she makes sweet noises of pleasure. Her eyes blink as her entire body quivers with pleasure beneath me, but she keeps them focused on me. As if looking away from me will break this connection, will make me forget. Hell, maybe it will. Because I can’t look away from her either. She’s the only thing I see. Her sweet vanilla scent, headier with her arousal, is the only thing I can smell. She’s my whole world, narrowed down to my most basic need. Her.

  Bridget meets my thrusts from beneath me, her hands moving down my back to pull me in closer, not caring that I could crush her with my weight. My skin is on fire wherever it’s touching her, and I’m struggling to maintain control of my senses. The wolf is demanding I let go, that I give in to the fierce need to slam into her and mark her as mine. There’s a thrum in the air, a sense of being on the precipice of something monumental. What’s happening is critical, a life-altering event that we are on the precipice of tumbling over. I feel it, just like I feel Bridget. Warm and soft, strong and resilient. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in my life.

  “Silas,” Bridget moans as my fingers dig into her hip, angling her and hitting a spot deep inside her again and again until she’s crying out words with no meaning. Her legs wrap tightly around me as she holds me close, everywhere.

  “More. I need more,” she pleads, and I’m lost, unable to do anything but obey.

  My thrusts grow as erratic as my breathing, and the control that’s been loosely reigned falls away. My wolf rises to just the surface, growling in appreciation, prompting me to let go, to mark her, to make her ours. The air in the room grows heavy, thick with need and magic. Bridget’s pleading as she writhes and pulls at me, begging, sobbing, gasping in pleasure. Her head falls to the side, and she bares her neck, as if instinct is telling her exactly what I need.

  A roar tears from my throat as I finally break eye contact. My teeth elongate into fangs, and I sink them into Bridget’s shoulder, piercing the skin and driving them in as deep as I can. Bridget’s back arches beneath me as I continue slamming into her while my fangs mark her as mine. She cries out, and her body shatters with a fierce climax that has her screaming out my name as her nails rake across the skin of my back, marking me in her own way.

  Her legs are wrapped around me, and when I finally pull back from her shoulder, she grabs my face and pulls me down in a possessive kiss. At the same time, it’s so utterly trusting that I lose my ever-loving mind and come so hard that all my senses black out except for touch. Because the only thing in the world that exists just then is Bridget, and she’s the last thing I remember before I sink into the abyss of true, unfiltered pleasure.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Bridget

  My entire body is limp. A completely sated, boneless heap of flesh that knows nothing but pleasure. It takes me a minute to come back to my senses and realize that I can barely breathe. Silas is laid out on top of me, not holding up his weight at all. While a part of me loves it, the part that needs oxygen is getting a little panicky.

  “As much as I love a human blanket, Silas, I can’t breathe,” I gasp out with a little pant of air.

  When he doesn’t immediately respond, I squirm and wiggle beneath him, acutely aware of the fact that he’s still buried deep inside me. I’m no expert, but this also isn’t my first rodeo, and I’ve never experienced someone who was so… um… quick on the rebound. I’m a little stunned and a whole lot turned on. There’s a dull throb on my shoulder right by my neck, where Silas bit me. It doesn’t hurt, not even a little. Instead, it’s as if the throbbing has a heartbeat of its own, and I can feel it all over my body.

  It’s sensual and warm, pumping through me with every beat. It’s distracting, but the heavy body on top of me is becoming a more urgent matter. I thread my fingers through Silas’s hair, and he releases a deep groan, and I sigh with relief. It’s not like I thought I killed him with sex or anything, but I was starting to get a little worried that he hadn’t moved yet. That little groan tells me he’s at least alive.

  “Silas?” I whisper, feeling like this intimate moment requires quiet, although neither one of us was quiet a few moments ago. A flash of heat burns my cheeks when I think about what the other hotel guests might have heard, but I’m more concerned about Silas than a bunch of strangers hearing us having sex.

  The scratch of Silas’s beard rasps against my neck and shoulder as he nuzzles me, hitting the spot he marked and sending a pulse of need speeding through me. It pulls a moan from my lips, and Silas’s head lifts up. Those mossy green eyes stare down at me in confusion. Panic quickly replaces the lust racing through my limbs as I stare at him, frozen in fear.

  Silas pushes up on one arm, lifting off me enough that I can finally take a deep breath. I inhale with a ragged sound as I try to hold in the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. He doesn’t remember me. My heart breaks, pain stabbing through the organ just the same as if someone had run me through with a sword.

  “Cherries,” Silas murmurs, those green eyes still looking stupefied as they roam over my face.

  “What?” My question comes out on a little hiccup.

  “There were cherries on your dress that night. I remember.” A light begins to shine in Silas’s eyes, and my heart skips a beat.

  “Cherries?” My brow crinkles in confusion, and my chin trembles before I clamp down my jaw to prevent the movement.

  “It had this sexy little hole in the back, perfect for me to touch your skin.” His eyes dart back and forth as he focuses on one of my eyes and then the other, as if he can’t figure out where to look. “And your hair—you always used to wear it down. Why did you stop?”

  His darting eyes still, his gaze finally focused and steady. He brushes my hair back from my face, following a long strand to the end and rubbing it between his fingers.

  I lick my lips, afraid words won’t come out when I speak. “It was a messed-up punishment. Because you told me you loved my hair down. When you walked away from me that night, I decided you didn’t get to see my hair down anymore.”

  My entire body is trembling, with nerves, in shock, with relief. I can’t put a name to it, because everything is all jumbled and none of this seems real.

  “Do you really remember?” I ask, the tears winning the battle and spilling from my eye
s and racing down into my hair. I’m shaking as all the adrenaline of thinking he forgot me again catches up.

  A smile tips the edges of his beautiful mouth. “Don’t look so sad, Toots, or I’ll start to think you liked the chase and want me to forget.”

  My eyes close as a relief so profound and heady washes over me. “Silas Aloisius Ivailo, don’t say things like that.” I half laugh, half sob, opening my eyes back up as I hit his shoulder with a half-hearted slap.

  A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest, and I become acutely aware of him still buried deep inside me. Not that I really forget before that moment. I was just distracted.

  “Aloisius?”

  “I don’t know your middle name. One of the many things I will find out about you, soon.”

  My breath catches as Silas’s head dips, and he follows the path my tears made with his lips. He brushes a gentle kiss over my eyelids and the tip of my nose, making my heart do flips in my chest. “Every detail is yours, Bridget. It all belongs to you, just as I do.”

  I swallow, and my breathing gets shallow. “Does this mean I’m your mate?” I whisper, almost afraid to say it out loud for fear that it might make it disappear. Which I know is stupid. But I’m so scared to lose him.

  Silas lifts his head just enough to look at me again. “You are my one true mate. We were made for each other.”

  There’s a fierce, possessive gleam in his eyes, and I match it with one of my own. I might not be able to mark Silas the way he marked me with his bite, but he’s just as much mine as I’m his. A growl resounds deep in his chest, and I know his wolf is pleased, too.

  “He’s fucking pissed at me,” Silas groans as his forehead rests against mine. He inhales deeply, his chest brushing against mine. I whimper, that small contact enough to have my sensitive nipples aching. Silas is still inside me, and he rocks his hips gently, barely thrusting as I feel him growing harder inside me. I’ve lost all ability to control my body or the sounds I’m making. All that matters is the man touching me, and that he remembers. We’re connected on every level, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

  “Why is your wolf mad?” I ask on a gasp, then make an unintelligible sound when he slides out of me, just a little, and then slowly inches back in.

  A trickle of sweat crawls down Silas’s temple, telling me that this little game of holding back is affecting him more than he’s letting on. I want him to unleash his wolf, to let loose and show me how badly he wants me. I arch against him, wrapping my legs around his waist and sliding my hands down his back until I reach his perfectly-sculpted ass. His body really is a work of art, all chiseled muscles and hard planes. It’s hard to believe he’s mine. When my fingers dig into the taut muscles of his glutes, he makes a pained sound and gives me another slow push of his cock.

  “He knew you were my mate. He kept trying to get me to wake the fuck up, but that damned spell wouldn’t let me hear him.” Silas’s face contorts with anger, pain, and despair, but I don’t want him to make that his burden.

  I tip my chin up and press my lips against his. “It’s not your fault, Silas. And now, we know.”

  “I should have figured out something was wrong,” he grits out, but I refuse to let him wallow. I rock my hips up against him and squeeze my inner muscles around Silas’s thick cock. It’s like he wants to deny himself pleasure because of what happened. He’s denying himself without realizing he’s doing the same to me.

  “Silas.” His name is a plea as I bite his ear lobe and then soothe the sting with my tongue. “I need you.” With those words, I’m writhing and grinding against him as I dig my hands into his hair and draw his lips to mine. The kiss is madness, a frenzied joining of lips and tongues that obliterates reality, sending me to the very edge of sanity. There is nothing that exists beyond the taste of Silas’s mouth, the feel of his slick skin against mine, the heat radiating from his body that warms every inch of me. Any control Silas has remaining snaps like a rope pulled too taut, and then he’s pounding into me, like a wild animal. An orgasm hits me so fast and hard that I can’t even make a sound as my back bows off the bed, and I throw my head back in a silent scream of pleasure. Silas makes a pleased sound, that isn’t anywhere close to being human, as he effortlessly flips me around, grabbing my hips and maneuvering my body. My ass is up in the air, and my face and chest are flat on the bed. My arms reach out in front of me, almost as if I’m bowing down to the beast behind me. I know that we are equals, even if he is a massive and powerful wolf, but here, I’m more than willing to submit to him.

  I moan, loudly, as Silas slams inside me, stretching and impaling himself deep within me. His hips piston, and he fucks me with an almost-punishing pace, but I love every second of it. His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head up as his other arm locks around my stomach, his hand over my breast as his fingers thrum and flick my aching nipple. Silas’s teeth nip at my ear, and the rapid exhalation of his warm breath makes goosebumps explode all over my skin. As if every inch of my body wasn’t already sensitive almost to the point of pain.

  “You make me fucking crazed,” Silas rasps into my ear, and I can only respond with a nonsensical sound.

  “Does that please you?” he hums with a low and darkly pleased tone as he continues to pound into me with violent abandon.

  “God, yes,” I manage to gasp out.

  That seems to be all he needs to hear because he’s biting down on his mark once again. Not as deeply as before, just enough to remind me of the fact that I’m his mate. I detonate, coming so hard my entire body shakes with the release. Silas makes a guttural noise that vibrates in my bones. It sounds like he’s in agony as he stills, his own orgasm ripping through him.

  Both of us are breathing hard when we finally regain our senses. Silas reverently kisses the mark on my shoulder and slowly pulls out of me, making me moan with the loss of him. But also because I might be a tad bit sore. Holy ball sack, he just destroyed me with his dick. I flop forward on the bed and can’t help but chuckle because I have never in my entire life felt more sated and content. The bed shifts as Silas moves off it, but my limbs are too Jello-like for me to even think about looking at him.

  I hear water running in the bathroom and then Silas’s gentle laugh as he sits down next to me on the bed. “As much as I love your laugh, it would hurt my manly pride that you’re laughing after all that, if I wasn’t so confident.”

  I manage to turn my head to look at him, my hair a mess over my face. Silas gazes down at me, a smile tipping the edge of his lips as he looks at me like I’m his world and brushes the hair back off my face. If I wasn’t already a boneless puddle, I might melt under that look.

  “Good thing I was laughing at myself. Well, at the fact that I don’t think I’ll be able to move for the rest of the night. I might not be able to walk tomorrow either.”

  “Well, let me tend to my mate, then we can rest.” He smirks and proceeds to clean up the mess between my thighs. Normally that kind of gentle attention would embarrass me, but I can barely move. And there is something about Silas’s tending that makes me feel safe and loved. Cherished, even.

  “Let’s hope we don’t get attacked by a pack of rapid zombies tonight. Because I’m pretty sure I’ll be worthless in that fight,” I mumble as he tosses the washcloth in the bathroom and settles back on the bed. Silas picks me up then pulls down the comforter. I’m a little grossed out that I had my face smushed into. He lays back in the bed, settling me almost completely on top of him, forgoing any blankets. He’s so warm that I don’t feel like I need one. It’s like being curled up on top of my very own heated blanket.

  “Would you be able to take out zombies on a normal day?” Silas’s question has laughter laced through it, and I smile against his chest.

  “I’m surprisingly fast for how short my legs are. I know my strengths. I’m a runner. Not a fighter.”

  Silas laughs, and the sound fills me with joy. “Good to know.”

  We lay there, murmuring stories and pok
ing fun at each other, until light from the rising sun starts to peek in through the windows. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I don’t want this night to end. Silas has been quiet for a few minutes now, and the rise and fall of his chest is slow and steady. I think he’s asleep until he jerks upright, nearly jostling me off of him, but his arms band around me, shifting me so that I’m sitting on his lap. He looks pale and wounded. His head slowly moves back and forth, like he’s having an argument with himself. I cup his stubbled cheek in my palm.

  “Silas. What is it?” Worry thickens my voice.

  “I just remembered something.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Silas

  Bridget looks half asleep, eyes hooded and far too seductive for me to concentrate. Touching her is a temptation I can’t resist, and I drag my nose over the column of her neck next to my mark and inhale. The mark is violent, like an animal got hold of her. There are definitive fang marks proudly displayed on both the front and back of her shoulder. They’re an angry red at the moment, but they’ll eventually settle into a shimmering white, like an old scar. Seeing them now, so recent and evidence of the fact that Bridget is my mate, makes my skin burn with need. My wolf is almost quiet and content, and it would be completely calm if not for the fucking blip of a memory that I’ve just recalled. And if it wasn’t so damn important, I’d say fuck it and continue exploring my mate’s body.

  Bridget’s nibbling on the inside corner of her lip. That’s her nervous tell. I knew it before, and I recognized her doing it a lot. But until the two separate halves of my memories were of Bridget united, I hadn’t realized the little habit.

  “What do you remember?” Her hand strokes down my neck, massaging the knotted muscles as she waits for me to respond. She’s safe and perfect, draped around every inch of me, and it’s only the feel of her heartbeat against mine that keeps me calm.